Chapter 12 : Ain't No Party Like An All-House Party!
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It was that time of year again. The pumpkin juice was extra spicy, the ghosts found it funny to waltz into the dormitories late at night and shout obscenities, and, inexplicably, everyone was wearing orange. Hallowe’en was just around the corner, and that meant it was time for the All-House Party.
I'd never actually been to one of these shindigs. Though I could’ve gone since my fifth year, I'd always used that time to take advantage of the deserted library and get some quick studying in before cuddling up with a good book in front of a crackling fire. Really.
But this year was different. This year, I was going to grab the proverbial erumpent by the horn and go to this party and have some fun, damn it! So in an effort to prepare myself for the occasion, I'd gone to my dear friend Isabella for some counseling. And this is how I found myself curled up in the fetal position on her bed on the day of the party, muttering to myself about the dangers of alcohol.
“Oh Shiv, I didn’t want to scare you! I’m just educating you!” Iz said frantically. Worry lines were etched between her brow and she was diligently trying to get me in a more upright position. “If someone tries to shove their tongue down your throat, and if that person seems like they’re on the wrong side of tipsy, just yell ‘stranger danger’ and run in the opposite direction! It’s very simple!”
“Wrong side of tipsy? What does that even mean? What are the warning signs?” It was not simple at all. And instead of putting my mind at ease, Isabella’s advice was turning me into a nervous wreck. “Why aren’t there classes on this sort of thing? How To Conduct Oneself At Social Gatherings. I could squeeze that in right before Transfiguration on Thursdays.”
Iz sat down on the bed next to me and looked me straight in the eye. “Not everything can be taught in class, lovey. Just go with it, trust your feminine intuition and all that.” She smiled and went over to her wardrobe to find something suitable to wear for the festivities. “You’re the most responsible person I know. You’ll be fine! Oh, and if anyone offers you a bit of ‘happy potion,’ just say no.”
With every piece of advice, my List of Worries was growing infinitely more complex, sprouting arrows and and subsections and bullet lists. There were just too many things to contemplate. Luckily, I’d taken care of the always-stressful outfit decision the night before.
“I just don’t understand why you have to wear that awful cardigan,” Isabella whined, looking over at the cardigan hanging from my bed.
“It’s not awful, it’s comfortable!” I said in protest.
“Same bloody difference,” she muttered under her breath. In truth, it wasn’t the most fashionable thing on the planet. The sleeves could use some taking in, and some of the buttons were missing. But it was incredibly comfortable, and it was more appropriate for the party than anything Iz had pulled out of her wardrobe.
The little gimmick for this year’s All-House Party was that everyone had to come dressed in the colors of their House. (Personally, I thought it was mostly an excuse for the Slytherin slags to dress up in snakeskin.) My blue and grey striped cardigan fit the bill perfectly, but due to eye color and skin tone and other variables I didn’t quite understand, Isabella had nothing.
“How is it that you’ve been in Ravenclaw for almost seven whole years and don’t have a single blue or grey piece of clothing?” I walked over to her wardrobe to help her find something.
“I told you, I don’t wear cool colors! They wash me out.” She sighed dramatically. She had told me this a few times, but it still didn’t make any sense.
Finally, I saw something balled up and pushed into a corner of the wardrobe. I pulled the thing out of its nook and shook it out. It was by far the ugliest dress I had ever seen. The grey dress came to that awkward place between the knee and ankle and had large blue ruffles covering the entire bottom half. The top half was covered in blue rhinestones, so it wouldn’t feel left out. It was terrifying, but it was grey and blue.
“What about this one?” I said, holding it up.
She shielded her eyes. “Oh my god, I thought I threw that away! My nonna made it for me, you know, the Muggle one. She’s very supportive of the whole witch thing, bless her Catholic heart.”
“You would throw away something your grandmother made?” I said, scandalized. I would never, ever, even consider the possibility.
Just then, Adele graced us with her presence. She’d made it very clear that she would not be attending. “Too commercial,” she said. To Adele, if there wasn’t an illegal substance and talk of revolution being passed around, it wasn’t a party.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” Adele asked, gesturing at Iz’s hideous grandma dress.
“It’s the only thing she’s got that’s blue and grey,” I added.
“Rules are rules, love,” Adele said, smiling sweetly.
“Oh, how nice. Now you’re a law-abiding citizen. You know what? I’m wearing it! And I’m gonna look fantastic!” Iz grabbed the dress, her wand, a pair of scissors, and a Magical Alterations for the Young Witch book and flounced out of the room.
Adele and I exchanged a glance, and then she came and sat near me. “ You sure you can do this?”
“I think so.” I smiled, hoping I looked more confident than I felt.
“They’re all gonna be there, you know. James, Rose, the whole damn litter.”
I squirmed a bit. “I know. But loads of other people will be there, too. And I can just hide behind the curtains if necessary.”
“Good back-up plan! Just remember not to drink any happy potion.” She laughed and went off to shower.
Again with the happy potion! I looked over at the clock. There were exactly three hours until the All-House Party. Exactly three hours till my demise.
No, not really, but a dramatic statement felt necessary.
Life just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that Isabella could take a dress that not even a homeless hag would wear and turn it into a sexy little party number. Somehow, the poofy sleeves were now sassy straps, the neckline was now plunging and the hemline was much, much shorter than before. The ruffles were now smaller, and the rhinestones looked expensive. Not fair at all.
Iz was smiling broadly. “How do I look?” She twirled around so that we got a full, three-sixty-degree view. Sam was staring at her curiously, and Zane was staring at her in a predator-prey-like fashion.
“Fantastic,” I said flatly.
“Come on then, we’ve got a party to attend! Drinks to drink, boys to impress.” Zane coughed loudly, so Iz amended. “I mean, Shiv’s got boys to impress. Not me of course!” She sounded fairly bubbly, but there was just the slightest hint of dejection in her voice.
The four of us walked, arms linked, to the Room of Requirement. In years past, this room was used as a secret hideout and training ground for war heroes. But now, it was mostly used for teen witches and wizards to have their first sips of firewhiskey. Unfortunate, but such was life. To get in, all we had to do was walk by the room three times while thinking, I need to party, but only in a place that allows Fifth Years and up. A little too wordy for a password, but it kept the kiddies out.
The room looked pretty amazing, and I mentally gave Gryffindor props. It was dark and kind of smoky, with stars thrown on the ceiling for just the right bit of illumination. The four walls were draped in silk panels, with each wall corresponding to one of the Houses. Portraits of famous people from each of the Houses flashed on each of the panels, and I paused to wave at Lockhart. He really was a handsome devil, fraudulent or otherwise.
In the center of the room was a fountain that incorporated all of the Houses’ mascots. Big green serpents slithered around the bottom of the fountain, badgers pranced around the edge, eagles flew above it, and a lion was the centrepiece, roaring and occasionally shooting some water out of its mouth. All the animals were incredibly lifelike, so much so that Iz spilled her first drink upon seeing the snakes. But then I realized they obviously weren’t because the animals were glowing. It must’ve taken hours to conjure and enchant all the animals so perfectly. I didn’t know the Gryffs had it in them.
Other than the walls and the fountain, there were long banquet-style tables along the walls holding every type of dessert and snack food that a young witch could ever want. A platform seemed like it was ready to become a dance floor, but curiously, there was no music playing. There was also a robes room for all the robes that had to be worn in the hallways but were promptly discarded upon entry. But of course, the main attraction was Enrique.
Enrique the Bartender had come to Hogwarts from Spain years ago. Nobody really knew when he got there or what he did. Maybe he was a student, maybe a security guard, or maybe he was secretly the Headmaster. Whatever his occupation, once a year, he came out of hiding and tended bar.
Before coming, I’d made the firm decision to stay far away from Enrique and his intoxicating Spanish accent. But everywhere I looked, I saw people with little drinks in their hands. One Hufflepuff guy’s drink had a smoky dragon coming out of it. And lots of drinks had cute umbrellas. I wanted an umbrella! I elbowed Samuel, who was also drink-less.
“Sam, how do I get an umbrella?”
“You have to get a drink, obviously. Go talk to Enrique.”
“I can’t do that! What if I black out or get a sexually transmitted disease? I don’t know my limits!”
“You sound like a health safety pamphlet. So go learn your limits! No one blacks out after one drink.”
I weighed my options carefully. I could either sip apple cider and lust after a fun umbrella, or I could risk going against every one of my principles in order to get one.
I chose umbrella.
“Hello Enrique,” I said timidly. “I’d like to get one of your drinks, please.” I thought being extra-polite would be wise. You just never knew with these sexy Spanish types.
“Seňorita, you need to tell me a little more than that. You new? I haven’t seen you here before.” He raised his eyebrow.
“First time,” I said, blushing slightly. I saw something pink in a bottle behind him. “What’s that one?” I asked, pointing to it. It looked relatively safe. At least there were no skulls on the label.
“Ah, sí, that one would be perfect for you. That is the finest lingonberry wine. I can make you a Pink Fizzy, if you like. Very little alcohol, but you’ll find a little surprise after the first sip.”
All of a sudden, a voice in my head (sounding suspiciously like my mother) was yelling warnings at me. “Wait a second... that’s not happy potion, is it?”
Enrique laughed. “No, mi amor. I stopped making that after last year’s incident. This one’s the lightest one I can make. You will love it, Enrique’s promise.” He winked, and I found myself blushing again. Why was he so good at that?
“So can a couple of those actually get someone drunk?” I asked once I’d regained composure.
He looked at me quizzically. “Ah, no, but maybe an elf? Or a little baby.”
That sounded right at my tolerance level. “Perfect,” I said, smiling. “And can you put an umbrella in there?”
“For you, hermosa, anything.” He handed me a tall, skinny glass filled with something bright pink and frosty. And of course, a tiny umbrella was perched right on the edge.
Feeling confident with something in my hand, I decided it was time to mingle. There were just people, everywhere. People snogging on couches, jumping off tables. There was a small crowd playing a strange sort of duelling game. But instead of hexes and counter-attacks, it involved lobbing random objects at another player, and the other player blocking the attack with something else. I saw Zane send a huge pot toward a Fifth Year Ravenclaw I’d seen once or twice. This clever boy deflected the pot by transfiguring his watch into a pillow. At the end of every round, the remaining players had to take a shot of goblin-made vodka. Hogwarts students really had the best drinking games.
I scanned the room of witches and wizards, looking for a familiar face. The first face I saw was Sam, but he was deep in conversation with a Slytherin girl, so I moved on. Unfortunately, the second familiar face I landed on was wearing a red jumper with a golden J on it. And once he spotted me, we were obliged to acknowledge each other.
“So,” he said. “You decided to come.” His expression was completely blank.
I shrugged. “Wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Nice fountain.”
Upon hearing the compliment, he got friendlier. “Thanks, it took forever! By the way, nice cardigan. Is it your dad’s?” In James’ case, friendlier also meant more teasing.
“No.” Eyeing his jumper’s scratchy material, I added, “But nice jumper, is it your dog’s?”
He cracked a smile. “Don’t make fun. My grandmum made it.”
Aww, I thought, my insides softening like butter. But then I remembered who I was talking to, and I reminded myself that James did not possess a heart. Still, it couldn’t hurt to keep things civil.
I pointed to Isabella. “You see Isabella over there? Her grandmum made her outfit, too.”
“Wow...” he said, his head tilting slightly. “Cool grandmum.”
“So where’s the rest of your family?” I looked around but couldn’t see any Weasley clan-members.
“They’ll be here any minute. Fred’s bringing the sound system. And Rose thinks it’s important to be fashionably late.”
“I don’t like that girl, no offense.” It’s funny how tacking on ‘no offense’ magically made any hurtful comment a-okay. Very magical indeed. It must’ve been invented by wizards.
“Nah, I mean besides being a manipulative bitch, she’s pretty nice.”
There was a lull in the conversation, during which we witnessed a Hufflepuff girl standing on one of the small, round tables that were scattered about, shouting at anyone who came near.
“What’s wrong with her?” I asked, wondering if maybe we should rescue her.
James chuckled darkly. “She’s drinking a Mirror of Erised. One sip, and the whole room knows your deepest secrets.”
I giggled. It was nice to actually laugh with James again and not want to physically hurt him. It almost felt like old times. But like bite-size chocolates and thirty-minute radio sitcoms, all good things must come to an end.
The giant metal doors of the room swung open, and in walked Rose, Fred, Albus, and some of the Weasley kids that I didn’t really know. Fred was carrying a Muggle boombox on his shoulder, which I guessed had been altered into a sound system. Literally mid-laugh, James’ expression changed. He looked back and forth between me and his family. Just back and forth, over and over.
“Shivani, I...” he started. “I have to, um.” He swallowed.
“Go ahead,” I said softly.
He smiled gratefully. “Thanks. I’ll be back, though, don’t go anywhere.” Then he ran off, leaving me alone to twirl my umbrella around in the glass.
“Oi, Shivy-poo!” called out a high-pitched voice. Iz strolled over to me, a seductive look in her eyes. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” she drawled. She swung her arm around my shoulder. “I mean I really, really love you. And do you know what else?” She cupped her hand around my ear and whispered, “I don’t love Zane! I don’t love him!” She threw her head back and laughed, then saw my drink. “Are you drinking that?”
“Sippy for Izzy!” She grabbed the cup and swallowed about half of my Pink Fizzy in one gulp. She smacked her lips. “Yummy! Bye Shivi, you’re my best friend in the whole wide world and I love you!” Then she went to go yell at a Fifth Year who was doing absolutely nothing wrong.
I sighed. James had completely ditched me, Isabella loved me and not her boyfriend, who was still playing that damn game, and when I went over to talk to Sam, he told me that the Slytherin girl was his long-lost muse, and that he needed to go to a private room with her to get his creative juices flowing. He could’ve just told me he wanted to shag her.
I was surrounded by people but felt utterly alone. And then I remembered the drink that I was still clutching and hadn’t even tasted yet. Fuck everyone, I thought, tilting the glass back and finishing it.
It was cool at first but then got unexpectedly warm as it went down. And amazingly, nothing happened. I didn’t feel dizzy or get a headache or get the urge to dance on top of a table. I felt perfectly normal. And just like Enrique promised, there was a little surprise. After it had gone down, I could feel myself lifting off the ground for just a couple seconds. It was exhilarating, and I wanted to feel it again. I wondered why Iz hadn’t felt anything but realized that she was probably too far gone.
I confidently went back to my favorite bartender. “Hi Enrique!”
“La bella! I knew you would like it, back for another round?”
I smiled and sat down on one of the bar stools. “Keep them coming, amigo! I’ll be here all night.”
“Yo también,” he said. “Me too.” He winked and slid another Pink Fizzy to me.
I pivoted the stool so that my back was to Enrique. From there, I got a splendid view of all the drunken festivities, including James. The music had started, and I had to admit, it was bumpin’. I could feel the bass pounding in my bones and instinctively tapped my fingers on the glass and my foot on the stool. The dance floor was now packed. It looked inviting, but I was happy on my perch. The Fizzies were really delicious, and I could barely taste any alcohol. The more Fizzies I drank, the happier I felt. And the more attractive that Potter boy became...
THUD THUD THUD.
I lifted my head from a pillow, not knowing where I was or why there were elves stomping in my head. My head felt like a watermelon, except heavier.
“Morning sunshine!” shrilled a female voice. My head fell back down.
“Oh, look at her!” yelled another female. “Sleeping like a baby.”
“A big hungover baby,” shouted a young man. Who were these people and why were they yelling at me?
“Let the girl sleep,” said a deeper-voiced man. I liked this one. “She had a long night.”
“Should we move her to her bed?” said Female One.
“Gmmph,” I suggested.
“Shiv, you awake?” shouted Male One. A buried my head deeper in the pillow, hoping that if I just dug deep enough, I would disappear. Or they would disappear.
The males and females started talking and arguing about what to do with me and why I was trying to smother myself.
“Fop fuffng,” I pleaded. One young lady turned me over onto my back. “Stop yelling,” I repeated.
Finally they stopped talking. “Oh, Shiv,” said the same girl. “You are dreadfully hungover.” I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it.
“Sun. Ow,” I whimpered.
“I’ll get you some nettle tea. It’s got healing properties or something,” said a girl who I now realized was Adele.
I saw that I was not in my cozy bed but on one of the couches in the Common Room. After much difficulty, I managed to sit up. I frowned, looking around. Three alert faces were looking at me intently, like I was a circus attraction. The three were joined by Adele, who brought me the nettle tea and blueberry muffins.
The tea was kind of disgusting, but it did make the throbbing pain into more of a dull ache. “Why am I here?” I said.
The four them glanced at one another, very shifty-eyed. “Er... well,” Sam said.
“It’s like this, Shiv.” Zane sat down beside me. “I don’t know how you did it, but you are officially the first person in Hogwarts history to get properly wasted from drinking Pink Fizzies. So then, you--”
“Shut up, Zane!” Adele cut in quickly. Then she looked at me. “Go back to bed, dear.”
My mind was now able to process more information, and there was definitely something fishy going on. “No, wait. What did I do?”
Now it was Isabella’s turn. She sat on the other side of me and petted my hair. “Just remember that whatever happened last night, you are still lovely and the cleverest witch in our year.” That didn’t sound promising. I wracked my brain for any shred of a memory. The last thing I remembered doing was sipping my Fizzy and chatting with Enrique. How was it that the only part of the night I really needed to remember was the only part that had been completely wiped from my brain? Oh, cruel world.
“Hey Iz, how are you so awake?” I said, suddenly changing the subject after noticing how bright-eyed and bushy-tailed she looked.
“Years of practice and red wine!”
“Okay, so you can tell me what happened last night. I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?”
Iz looked at the ground. “Define stupid...”
I started panicking. “What happened?!”
The group once again went mute. Finally, Sam pulled something out of his pocket. “Have a look,” he said, putting a pile of photographs in my lap.
I quickly flipped through the photos, my eyes getting wider with each flip. After I’d gone through the stack, I dropped them in my lap and flopped my head back on the couch. “Oh, Shiva. Have mercy on my wretched soul.”
“They’re not that bad...” Adele said unconvincingly.
But they were that bad, to me anyways. I looked through them again. In the first, I was standing on one of the tables, my hips thrusting in all directions and my arms flailing. In another, I was still on the table, but now I’d moved onto shimmying. Then I was crawling on the floor. In one of them, I was shouting something, but of course I couldn’t tell what in the picture.
“What was I saying?” I asked, afraid of finding out. Iz and Sam looked at each other.
“Oh come on, she deserves to know,” Zane said. “It’s not that bad. Shiv, you were saying that you were madly in love with James and James was madly in love with you and you were going to get married. And then you mentioned something about swimsuits and toboggans, but that was just the alcohol talking.”
Not that bad? Not that bad? That was just about the worst thing I could’ve chosen to yell. And worst of all, it wasn’t even true. Honestly. After the initial first-crush phase, the feeling that I now recognized as lust had died down. But with all those witnesses, I was sure that by now, the whole school thought I was actually obsessed with James. Still... there was hope.
“Not everyone knows, right? And I’m sure some people have forgotten last night?” I asked hopefully.
Adele sighed. “These pictures that Sam has? They’re all over the castle.”
“What?!” I started hyperventilating. “Pictures... castle... everyone...”
“Just say the word, and I’ll Obliviate the lot!” She pulled out her wand.
“Thanks, but you can’t Obliviate the whole school. Who would do this?” As far as I knew, I hadn’t made any real enemies at Hogwarts. I was pretty low-key, a peacemaker, an avoider of all conflict. I couldn’t think of anyone who hated me or would want to get revenge. And I couldn’t think of anyone who was this sadistic. But then I did.
“It was Katrina.” I put my head in my hands.
Looking back in my lap, I noticed one photograph that was turned over. “What’s this?” I asked, glancing at it. I was being carried by someone whose back was to the camera. Someone with brown hair and a red jumper.
“Right, so get this,” Zane said, rather excitedly. “When James saw you dancing on the tables, he tried to get you to lay down or something. So then you escaped by crawling on the floor like an idiot. Then when you started shouting, he picked you up, just lifted you off the floor and carried you out like a sack of potatoes.”
I was stunned. This didn’t seem at all like something he would do. But secretly, I was pleased. I tried to contain my smile and said, “He brought me in here?”
“He couldn’t get in,” Iz said. “So he took you to Gryffindor Tower. He brought a blanket and a pillow and made you lay down on the couch. He stayed with you on the couch for I don’t how long, making you drink water and eat bread. Finally we had to forcefully remove you from their Common Room to bring you back here.”
I tried to imagine it, me sleeping on the couch and James sitting on the edge, wondering what the hell he was supposed to do. I was a little disappointed, too. My first time being in the Gryffindor Common Room, and I couldn’t remember a thing.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
There was only one thing I could do. I needed those statements to slowly dissolve from everyone’s memory, pronto. And the only way to do that was to show they weren’t true. And the only way to do that was to talk to James.
Being that it was a Sunday afternoon, the only place I thought James could be was on the Quidditch pitch. With another cup of nettle tea in my system, I felt ready for the challenge. I spotted him just as he was coming back.
“Hi,” I said. I smiled a little.
“Oh, hi,” he said nervously.
“So, wild night.”
He nodded in agreement.
“Well you should know that I didn’t mean anything that I said,” I began hurriedly. “And that was really nice of you to get me out of there, and--”
“Hey, it’s fine,” he said. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “You were completely gone, and you said some things. It happens.”
I sighed in relief. “Good, thanks. Now if you could just write up a memo and have it delivered to everyone at this school, that would be perfect, and everything can go back to normal.”
“Normal...” he said, musing. James was being uncharacteristically pensive today. “You know something? My favorite part of the night was taking you back to the Common Room and making sure you were alright.”
Well. I didn’t quite know how to respond to that one. “Oh, that’s nice.”
“‘Cos I finally felt like I was there for you, you know? I’ve been doing some thinking lately- don't laugh. In Potions, you’re always ten steps ahead of me and fixing my mistakes. And then I become the biggest prat ever, and you’re so mature about it. I’ve messed up a lot lately, and I don’t even know how to start fixing it. But last night, I felt like I did something right, like I carried my own weight. And yours.”
I smiled. “Yeah, you did good. I have to ask, though, why’d you do it? Everything: the carrying, the couch, the bread. Last I remember, you left me to go play with your cousins.”
“It was just...” He frowned, searching for the right words. “Sometimes in Quidditch, you have this game-changing moment. You can either pass the Quaffle or go for it yourself. And if you stop to go through the pros and cons, you’re gonna get hit with a Bludger. So you just have to go with your gut, your instinct. It was like that. It’s what I had to do, and I knew that if I didn’t, I would regret it.”
I wasn’t the best person to throw a Quidditch analogy at, but I think I understood. We continued walking and crunching the many leaves that were scattered all over Grounds. The air was brisk and invigorating, and I had a good feeling about this air, like good things could happen in this weather. “I kind of miss you,” I said finally.
He stopped and looked at me. “I kind of miss you, too.”
“I think that, if you want, we should try being friends.”
“That would be really good. Let’s start over, yeah?” He stuck out his hand. “Hi, I’m James, and I’m abnormally in love with asparagus.”
I giggled and shook his hand. “I’m Shivani, and I think asparagus is just okay.” The handshake was incredibly corny, but it fit.
“Luckily, asparagus is not a dealbreaker for me.” He put his arm around my shoulder, but I promptly pulled it off.
“But if we’re going to be besties, it has to be different. You have to be open and honest, and damn it, you can’t pretend we’re not actually friends!”
He laughed. “Watch this.” He hopped on a nearby bench and looked out at the students who were milling about Grounds. “Hi everyone!” he shouted. “I’m James, and that Indian girl over there is Shivani -yes from the photos- and we’re friends! We’re great friends, and I don’t care who knows it!” For the most part, nobody paid him any attention. There were a couple of shouts of “wanker” from the crowd, but that was it.
He jumped back down. “Did that work?”
I grinned. “Perfect.”
A few seconds passed. “So about us getting married...” James said, eyes crinkling in amusement.
“Oh, it was just a daydream I had once a long, long time ago. Don’t worry about it.”
“You dreamt about us getting married? How was the wedding?”
“I didn’t mean to! I have an active imagination. And it was perfect, obviously. Elephants and everything.”
“Sorry I missed it. How was the honeymoon?” he said with a devilish grin.
I slapped him lightly for being so cheeky. “Haven’t gone yet. But I’ll send you a postcard.”
We both cracked up and then walked back to the castle in a comfortable silence. I tried my best to ignore the gawking swarms of First Years and snickering Sixth Years. I paid no attention to the occasional photograph that would fly in my face. None of that really mattered. The sun was out, my head wasn’t hurting, and James was walking beside me.
I had a very good feeling about this.
A/N: yay, party! i don't even know how many party cliches i threw in this chapter, but it was enjoyable to write and (hopefully) to read. i know there are some things that still have to be talked about regarding shiv and james, but at least now they can talk. and now for the bad news: i'm starting college in a few days, and it will be incredibly busy. so i won't be able to update for at least a month, most likely two. please stay with me though; i'm not abandoning! just expect longer waits between chapters. thanks so much for reading, review if you wish! :)
and just in case you don't know spanish...
senorita- Ms. or young lady
mi amor- my love
la bella- the beautiful/pretty girl
yo tambien- me too
oh, and credit to Coolio for inspiring the chapter title!
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